When a deep injury is done us, we never recover until we forgive.

All roads lead to Johannesburg.

The truth is, our civilization is not Christian; it is a tragic compound of great ideal and fearful practice, of loving charity and fearful clutching of possessions.

Now God be thanked that the name of a hill is such music, that the name of a river can heal.

Although nothing has come yet, something is here already.

because life slips away, and because I need for the rest of my journey a star that will not play false to me, a compass that will not lie.

One thing is about to be finished, but here is something that is only begun. And while I live it will continue